Hi, everyone. I decided that I would write my own version of the sixth book, as I don't really want to wait three years or more. I'm not adding chapter titles, I'm not exactly brilliant with those.
I'm writing this for people like myself(people who hate waiting) so, I hope you all enjoy it, those who read it.
Here goes.

It was going to be another perfect evening over the suburban town of Little Whinging. The sun withdrew it's last few threads over the horizon, and the night began to weave its dark curtain over Privet Drive. Normally, Privet Drive, at this time of day, would be very much busy, with people bustling about, watering, and mowing lawns. However, this evening, it was very much deserted. Only one boy was outside. His name was Harry Potter.
He was sixteen, had dusty glasses, messy, unkempt black hair, which always stuck out and the back. He was not overly tall ,or short. His ruffled appearance did not make many good first impressions on much people, but, then again, when would he really need a good first impression, anyways? Meeting his girlfriend's parents?
Harry snorted derisively at this. He had not much cared for a female companion, ever since his godfather's death. Ever since Sirius fell into the unknown, he had had a horrible, squelching, guilt, stuck deep in his insides. It lay dormant, most of the time, but came out, whenever something that even reminded him of Sirius was mentioned. Today was such a day, because his relatives, and every other occupant of Privet Drive was inside watching the International Dog Training Championships. At the moment, Harry was sitting outside, collecting his thoughts. Sometimes, he wished fervently that he had a pensieve of his own, to hide away the thoughts that were haunting him most.
Hedwig was out delivering a message to his best friends, Ron. and Hermione. Harry had many letters from them. On the contrary, all of them were to check on his well-being, and were almost devoid of important information of the current Dark forces.
He craned his neck to look at the now dark blue night sky, and happened to see an owl cruising the night sky. It was headed directly for him. However, it was too small to be Hedwig, who was a snowy owl. Much too small. Harry heard it twittering shrilly.
"Pig." He muttered. Harry stood up. Pigwidgeon, Ron's over-enthusiastic owl, saw him, and made a beeline for him.

"No, this way!"Harry hissed."Not past the neighbours's!"
Too late. Pig flew past the neighbours's sitting room window. Harry caught him and crouched behind a tall rose bush, thinking vaguely of what the neighbours would say if they saw a small, loud, ball of feathers fly past the window.
The roll of parchment inside was small, and the writing inside was from Ron, apparently scribbled in a great hurry.
"Harry, Hedwig's been attacked again. Mum found her by the window and right now she's patching Hedwig up. Dumbledore stopped by an hour ago, and said something about an escort. I hope this means that you'll be coming back to the Burrow soon...It's rather not the same without you, Hermione keeps pestering me about not keeping up with the holiday work. Please don't tell her I said that...we haven't had a row yet, and I'm wondering how long I could keep up this streak. Ron."
Harry frowned. There had been one previous occasion that Hedwig had been attacked, and the message inside read. It happened last year at Hogwarts, when Sirius(Harry stomach squeezed terribly) had been trying to keep in contact with him. Fortunately, he had not said anything that might give away important information about the Order of the Phoenix. This summer, he had been in constant contact with his best friends, but they had said nothing either. Their messages, Harry assumed, were being checked over by one of the Order. Dumbledore, apparently, was right about these things. Harry mentally chided himself of not being vigilant, and bemusedly wondered what Moody would have to say if he found out that Harry had not trusted his headmaster.

Harry sent Pig back the very next morning, telling Ron that he fervently wanted to be back at the Burrow with the rest of the Order, and with his best friends. He did not know how long it would be until he could leave Privet Drive, but he had not yet stayed the whole summer with the Dursleys.
Harry strode into the living room ten minutes after sending Pig off. Idly nibbling on a piece of toast, he sat down to watch the morning news. Uncle Vernon glowered at him.
"You, boy....the one that's after you...he's got on the news."
Harry was suprised."Who're you talking about? D'you mean Voldemort?"
His uncle gestured to the television, and as Harry watched, the new reporter spoke up.
"The British Prime Minister has been warned of a certain..."terrorist"...determined, at all costs, to take over our country. This "terrorist" calls himself Lord.....Voldemort, isn't it? (Here the reporter squinted at the prompter)Yes, the terrorist calls himself Voldemort, and is heavily armed, and has many supporters, who are also armed, and dangerous. If anyone sights him, please call this hotline." A long-distance number flashed across the screen.
Harry could only assume that the Muggle Relations Department, at the Ministry of Magic, had warned the muggle Prime Minister. He scoffed at the hotline idea. Why on earth would Voldemort, the all-powerful Dark Lord, would just come casually strolling up to a coffee shop, requesting a double-double with extra cream, and sugar?

"Terrorists be damned," Uncle Vernon rumbled."I'm warning you, boy...(he shook a finger under Harry's nose)if your "enemy" here, "Voldything", comes running up our front yard, out you go!"
Harry just rolled his eyes and nodded. He, and most likely Aunt Petunia, already knew that Lord Voldemort could not so much as touch him here, while he was in Number Four, Privet Drive. Dumbledore had bestowed a powerful charm, when Harry was born, to make family blood the strongest protection that he could provide.
Harry's summer had been mediocre so far. For one, Sirius was dead, but due to the Order's threats, the Dursleys had been quite formal with him, if he could even call it that. However, it was much better than being locked up in his bedroom, or the cupboard under the stairs. He stared out the window, hoping to catch a sign of a messaging owl. There was none.
The rest of the day was like any other, boring and uneventful. The Dursleys were going out for dinner at a very expensive resturant tonight, and Uncle Vernon (in a voice so grating, it sounded like nails on concrete) had grudgingly invited him to come. Harry desisted, to his uncle's thankfulness, and went up to his bedroom. He hadn't been out for ages, and fancied a fly with his Firebolt, but knew that it was too dangerous.
Night came, and brought with it a veil of clouds. The moon was half obscured, and Privet Drive became much darker than usual. Harry was beginning to drift off into a deep sleep when he heard several sharp cracks outside, in the Dursley's backyard. Some people had apparated.
Harry's immediate thought was that the Order had come to escort him back to Grimmauld Place, but as he reached out to turn the light on, a second thought had occured to him.
Maybe, since Voldemort could not touch him here, maybe he had sent a couple of Death Eaters here to capture him. The thought was rather bizarre, but as he knew from experience, it never hurt to be careful.
He groped in the darkness for his wand. Law-abiding as it was to use underage magic, he had gotten off once for using magic to save his life, last summer. Harry crouched behind the hem of the bed. He heard the back door unlock, and a few pairs of feet come up the stairs.

The sound of footsteps grew closer, and was accompanied by a familiar clunking sound, of wood on wood. Harry's heart leapt. It could only be Mad-Eye Moody. Harry stood up, and at the same time, the door burst open. A female voice called,"Harry, is that you?" It was Tonks.
"Yeah, it's me." He lowered his wand, and found himself squinting through the dozen or so Illuminating Charms wandering around the room. Tonks smiled at him; her hair was bright aqua green, and tied in a ponytail. Moody was at the front, as scarred as ever. There were others, Elphias Doge, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Emmeline Vance, Mungdungus Fletcher, and a few that he didn't recognize. Remus Lupin waved at him from beside Hedwig's cage.
"Did anyone bring the Verisaterum?" Moody growled. The Order looked at Tonks, who rummaged around in the pocket of her robes, and came up with a small, thin, bottle, of clear potion.
"As we cannot ask you any questions, Harry, we have to use the truth potion. Do you understand?" Kingsley said. Harry nodded.
"No less than three drops, we can't afford to take any chances!"Moody barked. Tonks rolled her eyes at him.
"Don't be silly, Mad-Eye, He'd be in a daze the entire journey back." She dipped a toothpick into the bottle, and offered it to Harry.
"Er...what do I do?"
"Suck on it." Lupin said. Harry did, and felt himself drifting off, only vaguely aware of everyone else. He heard Lupin's voice.
"Are you the real Harry Potter?"
Harry answered distantly."Yes." He felt a rushing sensation, and he knew that the miniature dose was wearing off.
Tonks beamed at him. "I'll get your school things, Harry, don't you worry. Come on, Alastor, lend a bit of a hand..."
Harry followed Lupin downstairs, into the den. He was wondering something. "Did Tonks lure the Dursleys away again?"
"Oh no, we just heard that they were heading out for dinner," Lupin replied. "Arthur had a couple of Ministry cars create a bit of a traffic jam, near the resturant."

Harry had a sudden vision of an angry, scarlet-faced Uncle Vernon, blasting on the horn of his company car.
"How long do we have?" Harry asked.
"Well, they promised us about twenty minutes, so we had better get moving," Lupin said, reaching into his pocket. "We're going to headquarters...you can't apparate, and the Floo Network is no longer being monitered, so you'll be travelling that way." He withdrew a small jar of powder. Harry made to take a pinch, but Lupin shook his head.
"Wait a moment, Harry...wait until everyone's ready." He indicated the others, who were packing. Mundungus was examining the video recorder.
"Brilliant, these muggles are, aren' they?" He grunted. Harry just shook his head.
After about a minute, Moody stumped down the stairs, using a Locomotor Charm to direct Harry's trunk in front of him. Tonks follwed, Bearing Hedwig's cage, and Harry's Firebolt.
"We all ready then?" She asked. "Good...see you in a minute, Harry!" She disapparated.
"Make sure that there's at least two of the Order, to make sure Headquarters is safe!" Moody said. Kingsley stepped forward, and so did Mundungus. They both disapparated. A while later, Kingsley came back, giving Moody the thumbs-up.
"All right, Potter...in you go." He pointed at the fireplace. Harry hesitated.
"Erm...did you have to rip out the electric fire?"
Lupin chuckled. "Not to worry, Harry, we'll have this place fixed up, before your relatives arrive."
"Best not linger here, Potter...the Ministry only promised twenty minutes."Moody growled.
Harry took a step forward, and dropped the Floo powder onto the fire. The flames turned emerald green, and Harry said clearly, "Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place!" The flames crackled, and grew high. Harry stepped into them.

Author's Note-Before I start again, would the reviewers please, on a scale of one to ten (ten the highest) put how realistic the plot is.(I mean how close is it to Miss Rowling's type of work.)

---CHAPTER FOUR---
He felt himself spinning around, and his elbows were repeatedly getting smashed against the various chimneys and fireplaces. Finally, after what seem like ages, he was forcefully thrown out in Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place. Tonks was waiting for him.
"Wotcher, Harry...Ron and Hermione are upstairs, and they don't know you're coming. Arthur and Molly are in the kitchen, they want to see you later." Harry nodded, stood up, and wiped the ash from his clothes.
At the top of the landing, he heard voices.
"I'm telling you, Ron, don't touch my stuff again! You've got your own books, why don't you use them!"
"Well, what's a bit of harm in bedtime reading?" Ron said. If anything, his voice had gotten deeper over the summer.
At that moment, Harry opened the door, and stepped in. He smiled for the first time in days, at the sight of his two friends, who both ceased their mollycurdling, and looked up.
"HARRY!" Hermione leapt up from the bed and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Blimey, it's good to see you, mate...it's been what, six weeks!"Ron got up, and shook his hand.
"Broke the peace streak, Ron?" Harry said, laughing.
"What?" Hermione said curiously, fiddling with her hair.
Ron cleared his throat, a bit too loudly."Nothing," He said hastily. "So...er.....have a good holiday, mate?"
The moment that he asked this, Harry knew that Ron wished he hadn't. Owing to the death of Sirius, his summer had been miserable, sometimes even resorting to bitter tears, and brooding for days at a time. Harry shrugged. "Have you lot made it up with Percy, now that the Ministry aren't being prats anymore?"
Ron was seemingly glad of the new subject. "Oh yeah, of course...Percy wrote and apologized about two weeks after term ended. Mum was crying with happiness, as you would expect, and I've never seen a bigger smile on dad's face."

Harry chuckled dryly, imagining it. Ron stood up, and so did Hermione.
"Harry, we've got something to show you that might cheer you up a bit."
He got up too."Does this have anything to do with Ron's parents?"
"Maybe."Ron walked out, beckoning Harry to follow.
They walked into the living room. Ron gestured to the Weasley's family grandfather clock. As Harry moved closer, he saw that it had a new hand.
His name was on it.
"Welcome to the family!"Ron jokingly bellowed, and Harry started laughing. His mother looked in.
"What's all this noise abo....Harry! Oh, Harry, how are you? Have the muggles been treating you all right? Are you hungry? Tired? Do you need anything?" Harry smiled, and shook his head.
"How can I ever thank you for adding me to the clock-"
"Oh, no fuss...it was nothing...you'd better go upstairs and get some sleep, Harry...you look dead on your feet."
Harry thanked her again, and headed upstairs, to his and Ron's room. "How're Fred and George?" He asked.
Ron smirked."Oh, they're making loads of galleons now. Even mum's stopped railing at them. They keep inventing strange stuff, like Mouse Meringues, Acid Quills...they're coming home tomorrow."
They bade Hermione goodnight at the second landing, and went to the sside bedroom. Something moved in the shadows.
"What was that?"
Ron yawned."Oh, that's the old ashwinder. Dad's found loads of other creatures in this old place. We even had to get rid of a bad-tempered Clabbert in the attic once."
Harry was much too tired to ask what a Clabbert was, and sank into his bed without changing into his pajamas, as did Ron.

i say about 7 or 8 also..... i was also wondering if you are going to get harry and hermione to hook up, or are you going to do a 'j.k. rowling' thing and not have any of them hook up? but.. if you are, really, who would want to read something if hermione and ron are together... so... h/hr all the way!!!!!!!!!

Harry woke up the next morning, with his eyes seemingly glued shut. He was wondering why he was woken up at the crack of dawn, when suddenly, a shrill voice cut through his and Ron's drowsiness.
"Harry! Ron! What did you get?What did you get?!" It was Hermione.
"Hermione, you really aren't supposed to be barging in here, and waking us up like this."Ron growled sleepily, and threw a sock at her.
She huffed impatiently."Well, what did you get?"
It was then that Harry noticed that she was holding an envelope in her fist. The gold lettering read:"Ordinary Wizarding Level Examination Results."
Harry sat up, and rummaged around for his envelope. Sure enough, there was an identical one at the foot of his bed.
"Weren't we supposed to get these sometime last month?" He said, picking it up, and ripping it open.
"Yeah, well, you can't blame them, these aren't normal times anymore, mate."Ron said, doing the same.
Harry look at his results."Just as I suspected."